Job 27

DOUAI-RHEIMS	NEW JERUSALEM
1 Job also added, taking up his parable, and said:	1 And Job continued his solemn discourse. He said:
2 As God liveth, who hath taken away my judgment, and the Almighty, who hath brought my soul to bitterness,	2 I swear by the living God who denies me justice, by Shaddai who has fil ed me with bitterness,
3 As long as breath remaineth in me, and the spirit of God in my nostrils,	3 that as long as a shred of life is left in me, and the breath of God breathes in my nostrils,
4 My lips shall not speak iniquity, neither shall my tongue contrive lying.	4 my lips wil never speak evil nor my tongue utter any lie.
5 God forbid that I should judge you to be just: till I die I will not depart from my innocence.	5 Far from admitting you to be in the right, I shal maintain my integrity to my dying day.
6 My justification, which I have begun to hold, I will not forsake: for my heart doth not reprehend me in all my life.	6 I take my stand on my uprightness, I shal not stir: in my heart I need not be ashamed of my days.
7 Let my enemy be as the ungodly, and my adversary as the wicked one.	7 Let my enemy meet the fate of the wicked, my adversary, the lot of the evil-doer!
8 For what is the hope of the hypocrite if through covetousness he take by violence, and God deliver not his soul?	8 For what hope does the godless have when he prays and raises his soul to God?
9 Will God hear his cry, when distress shall come upon him?	9 Is God likely to hear his cries when disaster descends on him?
10 Or can he delight himself in the Almighty, and call upon God at all times?	10 Did he make Shaddai al his delight, calling on him at every turn?
11 I will teach you by the hand of God, what the Almighty hath, and I will not conceal it.	11 But I am showing you the way that God works, making no secret of Shaddai's designs.
12 Behold you all know it, and why do you speak vain things without cause?	12 And if you had al understood them for yourselves, you would not have wasted your breath in emptywords.
13 This is the portion of a wicked man with God, and the inheritance of the violent, which they shall receive of the Almighty.	13 This is the fate that God assigns to the wicked, the inheritance that the violent receive from Shaddai.
14 If his sons be multiplied, they shall be for the sword, and his grandsons shall not be filled with bread.	14 Though he have many children, it is but for the sword; his descendants will never have enough to eat.
15 They that shall remain of him, shall be buried in death, and his widows shall not weep.	15 Plague will bury those he leaves behind him, and their widows wil have no chance to mourn them.
16 If he shall heap together silver as earth, and prepare raiment as clay,	16 Though he amass silver like dust and gather fine clothes like clay,
17 He shall prepare indeed, but the just man shall be clothed with it: and the innocent shall divide the silver.	17 let him gather!-some good man wil wear them, while his silver is shared among the upright.
18 He hath built his house as a moth, and as a keeper he hath made a booth.	18 All he has built himself is a spider's web, made himself a watchman's shack.
19 The rich man when he shall sleep shall take away nothing with him: he shall open his eyes and find nothing.	19 He goes to bed rich, but never again: he wakes to find it has al gone. As drought and heat makesnow disappear, so does Sheol anyone who has sinned.
20 Poverty like water shall take hold on him, a tempest shall oppress him in the night.	20 Terror assails him in broad daylight, and at night a whirlwind sweeps him off. The womb that shapedhim forgets him and his name is recal ed no longer. Thus wickedness is blasted as a tree is struck.
21 A burning wind shall take him up, and carry him away, and as a whirlwind shall snatch him from his place.	21 An east wind picks him up and drags him away, snatching him up from his homestead. He used to il -treat the childless woman and show no kindness to the widow.
22 And he shall cast upon him, and shall not spare: out of his hand he would willingly flee.	22 Pitilessly he is turned into a target, and forced to flee from the hands that menace him. But he wholays mighty hold on tyrants rises up to take away a life that seemed secure.
23 He shall clasp his hands upon him, and shall hiss at him, beholding his place.	23 His downfall is greeted with applause, he is hissed wherever he goes. He is no more than a strawfloating on the water, his estate is accursed throughout the land, nobody goes near his vineyard. He let him buildhis hopes on false security, but kept his eyes on every step he took.
	24 He had his time of glory, now he vanishes, wilting like the saltwort once it is picked, and withering likean ear of corn.